Glitch Lyrics Novels & Stories

“My heart’s a DJ that won’t quit, My heart. Remixing all our old hits, All of our old hits. I know I should press skip, I know. But it’s playing your name again... Your name is stuck in my head” I sing and the two sing the adlibs. “You got my heart on replay, replay (yeah!) Can’t turn the volume down, no way. Every beat just pulls me back, Every rhythm keeps me trapped. I should walk away But you got my, got my, Heart on replay.” We all sing.

No rewriting the damage. But this memory surfacing now, of all times, when I can barely get through the night without thinking about her… it doesn’t feel random. It feels like a sign. Like the universe whispering that maybe I still have a chance. Not a big one. Not an easy one. But one worth fighting for. I opened my eyes and stared at the dark sky above me. The city hummed below, alive and indifferent to my internal chaos. “I’m going to get her back,” I murmured to the night.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

"Please… save me… It hurts… I'm dying… I'm sorry… Leo… Luke… Ryan… Rupert…" Leo swayed violently, almost collapsing to the ground.

she hissed. I opened my eyes to a stabbing pain in my arm. After inspecting my forearm and scanning the room, the truth hit me like ice: I was trapped in a time loop, one spun by a monster in disguise. This was the eighteenth cycle. I pulled out my phone. Two new audio files sat in my gallery. Were they messages left by… me from earlier loops? I tapped the first file. The moment my recorded self let out a piercing scream, I froze—because a second, real scream rang out from the living room.

But the men were already consumed by lust and had no intention of listening. One of them shoved Ember hard, sending her sprawling several feet across the floor. She winced, tears welling up from the pain. Realizing she had no power to stop them, she gave in with a twisted smile. "Fine. This works too. Who cares if someone does rescue you? Once Jeffrey sees you've been tainted, I doubt he'd still want you." The men leered and closed in on me. I screamed for help, but my voice only echoed uselessly in the empty warehouse.

At that moment, the very familiar song thirty seven Stitches by Drowning Pool blared through the apartment and I froze in place at the words I knew by heart: “See me sitting here? I'm waiting for you to say something. I kick rocks with my head down. I'm kicking stones on the way down to hell, waiting for you to say something...” I took a jerky breath, tied the laces on my boots and scrambled to my feet. And the moment he started the chorus mine and Ollie's eyes met. They were absorbed under the weight of those words that resonated through the apartment... and maybe even my soul. "I know you're the one. My personal taste of heaven. And you know I'm the only one. Your bitter taste of hell. You

I swallow hard, my mind racing as I search for a plausible excuse. “I, uh, I was just….uh, looking," I manage to stammer out, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. He arches an eyebrow, and I can see the amusement dancing in his eyes. “Looking, huh? Well, I’m sure you certainly got an eyeful." He chuckles and the deep timbre of his voice sends a thrill through me. Suddenly, I feel the heat creep up my neck as my cheeks burn more. “I’m sorry," I blurt out, the words tumbling from my lips.

started playing, and as if I was in a trance I sang along, letting the words flow through me like coding through the motherboard of a computer. Gloria's POV I heard the lyrics coming from him, and the pain that came with them, it hurt to hear him sing because his pain and emptiness washed out as the words followed. I wanted more than anything to go help him out of the void, but I couldn't, I was glued to my chair and the only thing I could do was sing along until the next song came. That's when I felt it, the fire of rage brought to life within the soul of this beautiful boy, and yet no one but me and Lucy could see or hear it. The song that played next was beautiful, full of hope, rage, and

The arrow pointed to the word “HEART." Above it, were a pain of names shinning red. The sight of the names left me motionless. It read “Offenders, MELISSA and GAVIN." My blood ran cold. “What is the punishment for?” I yelled, my voice shaking. “He didn't even respond." The system’s voice deepened. “Silence glitch. Processing penalty..." “Excuse me!" What? who the fuck is a glitch? Me. Like hell, I'm no glitch.